Half Way

Hope I do not reveal too much
I will bury it in the Earth.
Some elemental hide-away,
where my heart will go
instead of saying words I
might regret tomorrow.

Too many times things
have been on my sleeves,
and I've learned regret
from being honest, not
from hiding away like
everyone else seems to.

I've longed for the river Lethe
to come and bring some rest.
Cure some illness, restless
part of me that I cannot
seem to hold back.

Everything I write seems to
embody a restless spirit I
have not learned to control.
I've never done things half way.

What the Mountains Said

I wanted to write your name in the stars

standing on the shoulders of

the mother of the mountains

she said, there's no way to reach Orion.

I've been a wounded winner

for far longer then I knew.

Grasping for you, like everything,

if I don't let go, I lose again.

And here's the lesson I won't

learn, though they say I must.

We're all separate beings

and I can't melt into you.

But, what if the only thing I want

is to repair your broken heart, body,

with some care that never before

anyone knew how to give.

You have known far longer than I

how to die, when it comes time

I have a thousand things to learn

from you. I know I shouldn't think this way.

I know I should have other things to dream.

But, the mother of the mountains whispers

“You don't need them - you need him.”

She must be right, but I don't know how.

The Mother of the Mountains

Speak the Name
of the Mother of the Mountains
and you Shall
know her Face.
Before ancient Stone,
before Air vibrated upon Air,
she drank from
Creation.
Stillness within Stillness.
She captured the Moon
with her lovers-gaze.
To see
something you cannot hold,
that is the tyranny of time.

I'm in love, but not with anything.

Feeling lonely,
or am I just
alone?
I don’t know.
All these emotions
like someone else’s
dream.
I’m in love
but not with anything.
I’ll lie
you’ll bleed for me
and in the end
we’ll all think
it’s funny.
Maybe someone
won’t break me.
Yeah, I think
that’s the thing
I’m crying for,
tonight.
Pipes and too
much wine
have me turned
inside out.
Ready to go back
to being
inhuman.
No more emotion.
No more sympathy.

Climbing to the shoulders

Never solid, never whole.
Only wanting you with
a whole host of expectations.
Waiting for a man as tall
as the mountains to match,
look me in the eyes.
And there's the crutch,
climbing to the shoulders
of the giants is too high.

Quicksilver & Light

I do not know
how any light
escaped his eyes.
They were dark
and beautiful,
filled with
quicksilver and
a thousand stars.
There must be a
universe within him
I cannot see,
but I know
the brilliance
of galaxies
through his gaze.

Kelvin

A universe undone
(this is cold, this is Kelvin)
by all the decay time takes
and stops.

Within silence lives
(this is old, this is aging)
a solid universe we have seen
in dreams.

Air is stone.
Fire has stopped.
The End is Ice.
The Earth a Stone.